The wind breezed softly, blowing the ashes of everything who was around. Tears dropped from his face. How can anyone be so heartless? Killing all those innocents? He raised his head, brushng his crimson hair with his hand. His blues eyes staring at the disastrous spell from his ethereal father.

The corpse of he demon was behind Esteban. dagger of this one dripping unholy blood. Why can't the wolrd be in peace? He kneeled and hoped for the rest of thoses souls, the ones who died caring for him. His mother, his friends, the elders, Everyone.

He took all the day, to carefully buried the corpses as a last sign of respect. When the shadow moved as the sun was, and started to fade away to let night get over day, his task was done.

He had let the favorite object, even if it was in pieces, to the buried person. It was a really small village, he knew everyone. How could a powerful demon rule only over that?

He took his cloak and hihed his white bat wings with. Without the wings, he looked normal. Normal? His father's words echoed back in his mind. "There won't be any human loving and caring about you..."

Tuning back to the dead body of the demon. Esteban glared at it and kicked it, over and over again to calm the anger, the rage, the sorrow he had. "Damn you old man, you should have rotten in YOUR world..." He turned around, and leaving the place like nothing happened. Only moon as a silent witness. He headed towards the lake. He had to think about his next course of action since now his former life had been turned to ashes and buried.